Chapter 4 –Dancing's Not Quite Fun
"C'mon," Ginny tugged on Draco's
arm. "We're going out."
"Where?" Draco grumbled.
He never knew children could be so exhausting. He certainly was never that
noisy and loud and exuberant as a child. His mother had always said he was such
a "good little boy". But however children acted now he had definitely breathed
a sigh of relief when their
mother picked up those two.
"Out. Dancing. At a club."
He shouldn't have been
surprised. She seemed like the type
who would enjoy dancing. But he'd seen what Muggles called dancing. Clutching each
other so tight and snogging and wriggling around or hopping all around the
dance floor like maniacs. There was no skill involved in that. His father had
made sure he had proper dancing lessons. He didn't particularly like waltzing
with a teacher heads taller than him, but real dancing certainly
beat hugging bodies.
"No. I don't want to go
out dancing. We'll be surrounded by Muggles snogging. And they dance
horribly."
"Oh, I see. You're scared." She
gave him a sly look.
"Little Draco's scared of going
out around Muggles. Well, it's all right then. We don't have to go if you're
scared."
"I'm not scared!" Draco
exclaimed indignantly. "I just think it's a waste of time going to one of those
stupid Muggle clubs."
"You're scared."
"No I'm not!"
"Yup."
"No, I'm not!"
"Scared."
"No!"
"Yeah."
"Let's go," Draco grabbed
Ginny's hand in a huff.
"I knew you'd see it my
way," said Ginny, grinning.
"And I wonder how in the
world you were a Gryffindor. You would have made a good Slytherin."
"Thanks," Ginny said,
knowing that was as close to compliment that Draco had ever given her.
"You can't go like this,
though. Give me your wand."
Draco stared at her.
"I can do some magic, you
know. And I don't see what other option there is unless you want to go out like
you are."
"What's wrong with my
clothes?" His boss had picked them out for him to make sure that he blended in
with the Muggles.
"They're just so...
un-clubby. I wouldn't be caught dead wearing what you wear in a club. Don't
argue. Just hand over the wand, would you?"
Draco stuck both his hands
up in mock surrender and gave his wand to Ginny. His own – hers wasn't leaving
his side.
"Drecesi Immediata," she
said, and a flash of black light ebbed from the wand, and from the middle spread-eagled
its way over Draco's body. He looked down at himself and growled.
"Ginny!" She, however, was
too busy staring to answer him. "Ginny Weasley!"
"Huh?" she muttered
dazedly.
"You're staring at me," he
half-heartedly accused.
Her head snapped up. "Was
not!"
He noticed her eyes were
slightly glazed. And by all means, they had good reason to. Draco Malfoy was
wearing leather pants. Draco Malfoy looked very good in leather pants. And his
leather jacket. And the very tight dark blue T-shirt. Every girl would be
drooling.
Oh!
Damn it, every girl would be drooling! Over her Draco. Maybe he
wasn't technically hers, but... "Maybe we should put dancing on hold. You know,
until we get you some proper clothes. Those look awfully tight." She laughed hoarsely.
"No, I'm not too bad. You're wearing them. But
Muggles wear these clothes? Now I know they're stupid."
"Are you sure? We don't have to go, we could just
stay and... talk."
"No, let's go."
She was nervous about something. And she was
stuttering. And she hadn't said anything about his remark on Muggles. That was
strange. Draco wasn't terribly sure if it was good or bad, but whatever it was,
she was staring at him. And he knew it. And he was playing it out to his
best advantage. Definitely.
***
"This is some place," Draco shouted – somewhat impressed.
It was one of Ginny's more frequent 'hangouts' since
it was close to her house and many of her friends went there. The lights were too
bright and flashing and the music was too loud but what the heck, it was fun.
The place was simply splitting at the sides with thrill and stimulation.
"Yeah! I love coming here. I come all the time with
my friends," she yelled back, over the music, answering his unasked question: Do
you come here often?
"Do
you want to dance?" she asked, but was suddenly cut off by a black-haired girl
coming up to them and grinning at Ginny.
"Ginny! I didn't know you were coming today. Liz
here?"
Draco noticed she spoke with an American accent.
"No. I took care of Emily and Ben today while she
went off with Rob. They probably want 'alone time' since it's their four year
anniversary. The kids got picked up sometime ago. They must be having family
bonding time."
"How sweet," the girl made a face and Ginny laughed.
"But it has been an age. So you came alone."
"Not quite." Her friend looked at her in surprise.
Ginny gestured vaguely. "This is Draco."
"Draco. Hey. Tessa." She gave him a friendly smile
before leaning over to Ginny and in a slightly lower tone–but not quite low
enough–murmured to Ginny, "Ooo, new guy. Must say, hottest in a while, if not
ever," Ginny jabbed her in the ribs.
"Ow! Don't worry, off limits, I know. But still, all
that leather – did you bring him out shopping?"
"Something like that,' Ginny muttered.
"I'll leave you two alone. You heading Upstairs?"
"No! Listen, I'll see you later, okay?" She started
pulling Draco away before she had finished the sentence, leaving the other girl
with a knowing smile on her pretty face before pulling some random guy from the
crowd and dancing with him.
"Something special upstairs, love?" Draco
murmured, putting extreme focus on upstairs.
"No. Uh, maybe. Look, it's nothing. Just a room. Oh,
I might as well tell you," she decided. "It's… uh… thesnoggingroom."
"Didn't catch that. What was it again?" he repeated
calmly, a wicked smile on his face.
"It's the snogging room. The place where people go and
snog and do... other stuff. It's nothing. Can we dance now?" She was impatient
to get the focus off Upstairs (And regular visitors really called it
that. Upstairs.) and onto the dance floor, where she was keen to start
dancing.
"I need to go to the toilet," he grinned and she
sighed-exaggerating her annoyance-before pointing him in the right direction.
"Wait for me."
"No problem. I'll just sit here like an outcast
waiting for you. After all, I have nothing better to do."
She sighed irritably. She suspected that Draco
didn't really need to go, but was merely trying to get out of dancing with her.
She sat down at the table and noticed a guy come and sit by her. She smiled
slightly at him.
"Hey." He flashed her a gorgeous smile that must
have melted hearts many times previously. "My name's Tony."
"Ginny," she told him, eyes still focused on the
direction Draco had retreated in.
"I know."
At her surprised look, he quickly added, "I've been
here once or twice before. I saw you dancing and, well, you're pretty hard to
forget about." He blushed. "That hair of yours... it really... I don't know."
He coughed nervously. "I'm sorry. I just saw you and asked around. You seem to
be a regular here. Look, you must think I'm a weird stalker. If you want me to go,
I will." He gazed at her, waiting for her verdict on his little speech.
"It's all right. I'm quite flattered, really." What
else could she have said, she wondered.
"Then would you dance with me?" He was looking at
her so hopefully, she felt that saying no would be like taking candy from a
baby.
He saw her hesitate. "Sorry, I just thought I'd
ask." He stood up to leave and she made her mind up quickly.
"No, I'll dance with you."
Let Draco wait. He had been the one to go off anyway.
She got up and let Tony lead her up to the dance floor. The fast song stopped
rather abruptly and a slow, romantic song drifted on to take its place. But
Ginny was too distracted to notice it.
She remembered that morning. Draco had been great. It had
been great fun with playing with the kids–she had more fun then than she ever
had going out with her friends. So absorbed in her thoughts, she didn't realize
that Tony had put his arms around her and was pulling her very closely to him.
So wrapped up in remembering the morning, she didn't realize Tony was looking
at Draco coming closer to them. So engrossed in her own little world, she
didn't realize what Tony was doing until it was too late.
He was kissing her.
Ginny was furious. Who did this guy think he was? She was
just dancing with him because he seemed to want to so much, but kissing her?
She was about to put him away when a familiar flash of silver-blond hair went
past her eyes. It was Draco. He had seen her. Was he upset? He pushed his way out
the door, leather jacket flying.
"Damn," she swore, angrily. She pushed
Tony away from her quickly.
"What the hell do you think you were doing!" she
exclaimed, but didn't wait for his answer. She ran out, heading to the door,
worming her way around then dancing couples.
Tony didn't appear to be annoyed or sorry at all. Instead
he smiled wickedly. "Plan B - Part 1: complete, extreme success." He laughed
silently in his mirth.
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A/N: I'll be focusing on this
fic more that any others as I plan to finish it in a couple of chapters.
(Knowing me though, I'll take longer. g) There is a sequel coming
definitely. I like that more than this. Hah. Next chapter everything gets more
involved, the plot deepens and we find out exactly who Tony is. It's done, I'm
just waiting for the reviews to come in!
Thanks to...
ginny5, pyrobunnie, Apocalypse, w&m_law, Butterflygurl, natz_hp_fanatic, Alex, jane Bob, anchud, A
persona – Thanks for reviewing! I love reviews! J Review, review! You get
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